Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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A Goddess In Disguise: Divorce, Marriage, Domination
Once Alexia was exposed as a fake heiress, her family dumped her and her husband turned his back on her. The world expected her to break-until Waylon, a mysterious tycoon, took her hand. While doubters waited for him to drop her, Alexia showed skill after shocking skill, leaving CEOs gaping. Her ex begged to come back, but she shut him down and met Waylon's gaze instead. "Darling, you can count on me." He brushed her cheek. "Sweetheart, rely on me instead." Recently, international circles reeled from three disasters: her divorce, his marriage, and their unstoppable alliance crushing foes overnight./1/121201/coverorgin.jpg?v=36a08708aa37697345010ae12ee7ffd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Devil, No Way Out
After trusting the wrong man in her previous life, Justine watched her adopted sister and fiancé steal her family's fortune and destroy everyone she loved. Reborn with a second chance, she changed everything, starting by spending one night with the town's most feared man. She publicly tore up her engagement, exposed her adopted sister's stolen achievements, and crushed every enemy who had ruined her life. But just as revenge was within reach, the powerful man she thought was a mistake trapped her against the wall. "You think you can run after sleeping with me? You're mine for life!"/0/79996/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef4be126f13c86a70dffc5f7764369bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Wife: A Death That Wasn't
Sarah Thorne, née Miller, lived in a glittering New York penthouse, the wife of tech billionaire Marcus Thorne. Everyone whispered it was a fairytale, but Sarah was trapped, a silent prisoner in a gilded cage. Her world crumbled when Marcus, the man who’d allegedly ‘saved’ her, began using her parents’ struggling diner as ruthless leverage, threatening them with prison. Then, his mistress Tiffany arrived, turning Sarah’s home into a stage for relentless humiliation. Marcus’s cruelty escalated: from gaslighting his infidelity to forcing Sarah into a childhood trauma trigger – a dark, rat-infested root cellar. He even publicly shamed her with leaked childhood photos and doused her in greasy dishwater at a high-society event. The betrayal was absolute. How could the man who promised her the world become her tormentor? Why did he constantly break her down? In despair, Sarah decided she couldn't escape him alive. She contacted her childhood chemist friend, Evie, for an untraceable substance. Her grim plan: a final, shared exit. But Evie's "poison" wasn't what Sarah thought. It was a reversible sedative, designed not for an end, but for Sarah's ultimate freedom and Marcus's brutal, surprising reckoning./0/90054/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2f54031e570e62bdb478270e14ce941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé Chose His Ex On Our Wedding Day
My hands were my entire career, the key to my life as one of New York's top hand models. My fiancé, Chase, had plucked me from a small town and given me a world of glamour. I thought I owed him everything. Then his high school sweetheart, Karis, gave me a "luxury" treatment at her salon that left my hands with chemical burns, destroying my ten-year career overnight. Chase called it an "accident" and defended her. He told me Karis was so upset she might have to join him on our honeymoon to St. Barts to feel better. At our rehearsal dinner, when Karis suggested I'd hurt myself for attention, Chase publicly shamed me for upsetting her. His bachelor party turned out to be a private date with her. I found the prenup he wanted me to sign: if we divorced, I'd get nothing. But the final blow came the night before our wedding. As he slept, he grabbed my arm and whispered her name. "Karis... don't go." I realized then I was just a stand-in, a warm body in the dark. My love for him had been a survival strategy in a world he built for me, and I was finally suffocating. The next morning, on our wedding day, I didn't walk down the aisle. I walked out the door with nothing but my passport and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. An hour later, I was on my way to a private jet, leaving my old life to burn behind me./1/107250/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8c1d037885fa2600d07ce01714ba407&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stolen Name, My Fiery Comeback
The day my husband' s stepsister announced her pregnancy wasn' t the first time my world shattered. It had already been destroyed when his reckless driving killed our daughter, Lily. I was forced to play the perfect, grieving wife, trapped in a deal with his powerful grandfather: one year of silence for my freedom. But then they stole my daughter's name for their newborn son. They named him Lily. It was a sacred name, meant for the child I lost, and they twisted it into a monument of their betrayal. The final insult came when his mistress wore my late mother's blazer to their son's celebration, parading my last precious memory like a prize. They expected me to remain the silent, dignified victim they had created. They thought I was too broken to fight. They were wrong. I walked into that banquet ready to burn their world to the ground, and I started with the clothes on their backs./1/117308/coverorgin.jpg?v=6228dc0f52019e6c456b509a96a75507&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sir, She's Dead And Will Never Return
Seraphina had loved Damien through three years of marriage, yet she could never outshine the first love Bianca he had cherished in his heart for a full decade. On the very day she was diagnosed with gastric cancer, he was by Bianca's side, accompanying their son for a medical checkup. She made no scene, no fuss, simply took the divorce papers and left quietly - only to be met with far crueler retaliation. She finally learned the truth: he had married her solely to avenge his sister. While she was wasting away from her fatal illness, he gripped her chin cold-heartedly and sneered, "This is what your father owes me." Before long, her family was utterly destroyed. Her father was left a vegetative state. With nothing left to live for, Seraphina jumped from a high building. "The life my father owed you... I've paid it back in full." The always poised, arrogant Damien dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and frantic. Over and over again, he begged brokenly for her to come back to him./0/83241/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202225&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Online Mob, Real Consequences: Her Story
I prided myself on being an exceptional AP Calculus teacher. My "Final Review Packets" were legendary, often predicting major exam questions with uncanny accuracy. I believed I was helping all my students achieve their best, providing every resource available. Then, a notification popped up from the PTA Facebook group: "Sarah Miller is playing favorites with the AP Calculus exam!" It was Karen Thompson, Brittany' s mom, the queen of helicopter parenting, accusing me of giving unfair advantages and leaking exam content. The comments section exploded, parents accusing me of taking bribes and having "secret coaching sessions." Even a student I' d stayed late tutoring for free seemed to corroborate their lies. The next day, they ambushed me at the AP US History exam, screaming "Fire unfair teachers!" and physically shoving me. My personal information was suddenly online, coupled with old, embarrassing photos from college. My life, my reputation, everything I had built was being systematically destroyed. I was bewildered and terrified, watching my life unravel because I simply tried to help every single student. How could a comprehensive review packet, emailed to everyone, be twisted into an accusation of corruption and favoritism? I felt utterly betrayed, trapped in a nightmare where my good intentions were weaponized against me. But when Karen and a mob of parents forced their way into my home, trashing my apartment and physically assaulting me, I snapped. That' s when I realized: I wasn't just a victim anymore. I was fighting back./1/115686/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528174117&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Forbes: Watch Me Shine
For seven years, Hayden Simmons lived in the sprawling Forbes Estate, trading her journalism dreams to pay for her younger sister's ICU bills. But her sacrifice meant nothing when billionaire August Forbes planned his engagement to Bridget Blake—the same cruel heiress who had maliciously crushed Hayden's mother's only keepsake under her heel while August defended her. When Hayden finally packed her battered suitcase to leave, August didn't apologize. Instead, he brutally froze the trust account funding her dying sister's life-saving cancer treatments. He cornered her, pinning her against the wall, and ordered his security to lock her inside the estate to force her submission. "You don't get to decide when we are done." He thought she would crawl back to him, crying and begging on her knees. He truly believed he could publicly marry another woman while keeping Hayden trapped in his shadow forever, assuming her desperation made her weak. Instead of begging, Hayden left his limitless black card and Cartier diamonds on the vanity. She walked out the iron gates, went straight to his biggest rival's media empire, and published a viral, front-page exposé tearing his pristine merger to shreds. This time, she wasn't going to hide. She was going to burn his world to the ground./1/119255/coverorgin.jpg?v=385fb609fe1a3ca450a53ab79b683ed4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress: Too Late For Regrets
Hadley dragged her injured body back to New York, enduring severe decompression sickness just to surprise her husband of three years. But when she pushed open the doors to his penthouse office, she found her stepsister, Eleanor, sitting on his lap. Instead of feeling guilty, Julian scowled and scolded Hadley for not knocking. He completely ignored her pale face and the horrific bruises on her collarbone. When Eleanor mocked her near-fatal diving accident, Julian simply told Hadley to stop causing drama. He laughed at her demand for a divorce, swearing she would be sleeping on the streets within a week. To punish her, he drafted a brutal agreement that stripped her of every single penny, fully expecting her to break down. "You leave me, and you have nothing. You'll come crawling back." For three years, Hadley had given up her career as a brilliant marine biologist to be his perfect, quiet wife. She had endured his coldness, thinking she could warm his heart, but all she got was utter humiliation. She finally saw him for exactly what he was. Without shedding a single tear, Hadley signed the ruthless divorce papers in front of the media and walked away empty-handed. But as Julian waited for her inevitable surrender, a fleet of bulletproof Maybachs pulled up to the curb. The head of the world's most powerful family stepped out, wrapping his coat around her. It was time for the true Beaumont heiress to go home./1/116335/coverorgin.jpg?v=10ef75e53e465b56abe53597b56d5c39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Genius Nanny
Maya desperately needed the exclusive nanny position at the Beaumont estate to pay for her sister's life-saving medical care. But when she actually entered the door, she found that this job wasn't that easy to do either-- Because she is too young, the second son of the Beaumont family is suspicious and accuses her of scheming to attract men; Because she was too beautiful, the third son of the Beaumont family was lecherous and kept pressing towards her step by step; Even the man who was blessed with unique advantages and stood at the top of the world spoke coldly, doubting her motives. Maya ignores all of this and only does her job well. Medical skills, Tonic Diet conditioning, early education enlightenment, psychological counseling for puerpera...... Proficient in everything. The babies in her hands are all healthy, chubby, and don't cry or fuss, obedient like fairy babies. All the wealthy families in the capital were shocked and envious, offering sky high prices to poach her! Compete with her! Please her! The Beaumont family, however, began to be unhappy: "You can steal my business, but you can't steal my exclusive nanny!" At this moment, the noble figure also handed over his household registration book - "A 300 month old baby, seeking lifelong care." Maya:....../0/81619/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc29a9cbf8d44ed96761eb16d86d9314&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Reject: The Heiress's Final Choice
Ava Vanderbilt, heiress to an old-money fortune, was born into a gilded cage. Twice before, she'd lived this life, destined to marry one of the "Golden Trio" – Ethan, Liam, or Noah. But in every lifetime, their hearts, and all their sacrifices, belonged to Isabella "Izzy" Rossi, the conniving estate manager's daughter. Izzy, a master manipulator, always played the innocent victim, while Ava endured public humiliation, neglect, and the painful ruin of her husbands. Now, reborn a third time, Ava faced the same suffocating expectations. She refused to repeat the past, rejecting the trio and choosing Julian Mercer, a sharp-minded tech mogul, for a marriage of strategic stability. But Izzy wouldn't release her hold. At Ava's engagement party, Izzy unleashed a public spectacle, portraying herself as a tragic martyr and manipulating the trio into abandoning Ava yet again. They stormed off, pledging their devotion to Izzy, leaving Ava to face a ballroom full of shocked onlookers. How could these powerful men be so utterly blind, so completely enthralled by such transparent deceit? The bitter taste of repeated betrayal, and the sheer audacity of Izzy's endless drama, ignited a cold fury within Ava. This time, Ava Vanderbilt would not just escape her fate; she would dismantle the masquerade entirely. With Julian's unexpected and unwavering support, she vowed to expose Izzy, free herself from her past tormentors, and forge a life undeniably her own./0/88757/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccd0f20bac1b4315066428e4165c6968&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Supermodel's Comeback: Too Gorgeous To Be Yours Again
For four years, Cheryl endured her family's disdain, refusing to give up on Rodger. But everything changed when Rodger, to please her half-sister, betrayed Cheryl and handed her over to another man. The pain woke her up-he was never worth her devotion. With her heart sealed off, Cheryl poured herself into her work and dazzled the world as an international supermodel. Rodger's belated pleas were met with icy silence. Now, Shane, the aloof and elegant leader of the town's most powerful family, knelt before her on the red carpet, vowing, "Even if you don't believe in us, I still want to stay."/1/117633/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ea7bc41efdaac22a82a1778a526fee9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Ex-Husband
Seraphina was locked in a sterile psychiatric facility, treated as a compliant, living blood bag for her husband's mistress, Lila. But today, Lila walked in with a Cartier bracelet and a newspaper, revealing that Slade had orchestrated the complete ruin of Seraphina's family. Slade had used Seraphina's pillow talk to bankrupt her father's company. He tampered with her brother's brakes, framed her other brother for insider trading, and arranged the fatal car crash that killed her mother. Their entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to harvest her rare Rh-negative O-type blood to keep Lila and her unborn baby healthy. When Seraphina lunged at her in agonizing realization, Lila simply smiled and staged a fake attack. She watched helplessly as the nurses rushed in and injected her with a lethal sedative. As her heart monitor flatlined, she stared at the white ceiling, her soul consumed by regret and pure hatred. She had defied her loving family for a monster who slaughtered them all. She vowed to the darkness that if there was any justice, she would strip them of everything and make them beg for a death that would never come. Gasping for air, Seraphina opened her eyes. She was back ten years ago, sitting in a luxury hospital room, right as the nurse approached with a needle for Lila's very first blood donation. This time, she smashed the tray to the floor. "Under federal law, drawing my blood without explicit consent is assault." In this life, she would be the butcher./1/108224/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c1641a8a0473b79178eefa423a4d5ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Trophy Wife's Lethal Comeback
I was the invisible trophy wife, a silent liability who just signed away another two years of my life for a monthly allowance and a closet full of clothes. My husband, Holmes Wilson, didn't even look at me as he dismissed me like a servant, his voice a cold baritone that made the room drop ten degrees. Everything changed when he suddenly threw a divorce agreement at me, offering twenty million dollars to walk away forever. That night, I shed the mask and went to a club to celebrate my freedom, only to end up dismantling three men with the surgical efficiency of a spec-ops soldier to save my friend. I didn't know Holmes was watching from the shadows, his eyes locked on the "lifeless" wife he thought he knew. The next morning, the divorce was gone, replaced by a predatory ultimatum that turned my world into a gilded cage. "Withdraw the papers," Holmes commanded, his gaze now filled with a terrifying curiosity. "We're going to the Hamptons." My family-in-law cornered us, demanding an heir for board control, while my secret handler went completely dark. Holmes trapped me in his penthouse, suspecting I was a corporate spy, his touch becoming a possessive trap as he realized my entire background was a "ghost file" that shouldn't exist. I didn't understand how my carefully rehearsed theater had failed so spectacularly, or why the man who had ignored me for years was now obsessed with breaking my secrets. As the world outside hunted for the data I carried, I realized the man I feared most was now my only shield. "There's nowhere left for you to run," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with a dark, dangerous obsession. "You're mine now."/0/79997/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6575ec89414a4118d8da4b6207493d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Second Chance: Farewell, Mr. Heartbreaker
Katherine spent five years at Vincent's side-model secretary by day, compliant lover by night. When she heard of his arranged marriage, she stifled her pain and planned a quiet exit. That resolve cracked the moment she met his fiancée, daughter of the woman who'd wrecked her own family. Rage replaced obedience; Katherine resolved to claim Vincent. Yet he kept tossing her loyalty tips like she was only a plaything. Heart stung, she walked away with her last scrap of pride. Four years later they crossed paths again, a child gripping her hand. "I don't care who's the father," Vincent pleaded. "Come back, please!"/0/84864/coverorgin.jpg?v=a815acd62fb7fcba2ccb998129bdc067&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Art of Deception
The sterile white walls of the restoration studio, once my sanctuary, felt like a cage closing in. My former mentor, Mark, stood in the doorway, his face a mask of disappointment, while my ambitious intern, Chloe, watched with a smirk of triumph. I was quitting, giving up the career I had painstakingly built, a decade\'s worth of meticulous work and groundbreaking techniques, all because of a fabricated scandal that destroyed my reputation overnight. They blamed me, the "disgraced restorer," for vandalizing a priceless Degas sculpture, a heinous act I didn' t commit but one Chloe expertly pinned on me, while her "artistic intuition" - my stolen methods - catapulted her to fame. The public humiliation was immediate, a cup of coffee thrown at me on the sidewalk, my name dragged through the mud, while Chloe and Mark reveled in their newfound prestige. I couldn' t comprehend how quickly my life unraveled, why Mark, the man I loved and trusted, so easily believed her lies, or how Chloe consistently knew my most private thoughts and theories. But as I packed my grandfather's tools, leaving behind the life they had ruined, a cold, hard resolve replaced the shame; I wouldn\'t be a victim any longer, and I would uncover the truth behind Chloe\'s "gift" and the full extent of their betrayal./0/81944/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b077405bf63efa863b354e82dd9993&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Is a Rose From Ruins
Olivia Miller had finally built her dream, a thriving craft brewery making waves in Austin. As her new hazy IPA celebrated success, she scrolled Instagram, feeling the quiet satisfaction of a life well-lived. But that peace was instantly shattered by an anonymous direct message: a photo of her husband, Ethan, intimately tangled with another woman – his own junior analyst, Izzy. The world tilted as Olivia recognized Ethan' s watch, Izzy' s clinging embrace, and the dim, discreet bar. This wasn't a misunderstanding; it was proof of months of his chilling indifference, his short texts, and his dismissive "work crises." He had even abandoned her, terrified, during a severe Texas storm, only to be "safe and sound" with Izzy, later offering Olivia beer he explicitly bought for his mistress. The sting of being gaslighted, manipulated into believing her instincts were "reading too much into things," was almost worse than the betrayal itself. How could the earnest boy who made her a lopsided pottery vase, promising eternal devotion under the Texas sky, become this cruel stranger who made her feel utterly erased and "unclean"? But from the wreckage, a flicker ignited – the fierce, brilliant girl her mother reminded her she still was. Olivia shed her tears, faced Ethan with cold clarity, and dismantled his lies one by one, refusing his desperate, asset-laden pleas to buy her back. Now, it was time to close that bitter chapter and start fighting for a future entirely her own./1/117309/coverorgin.jpg?v=034a83e0339aa1d065bc0df65014849b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married the Prince While Pregnant
My husband came home overjoyed to announce that we finally had a son. But the mother of the child was his late brother's widow. He claimed it was a noble sacrifice, using his dead brother's frozen samples to carry on the family line. But I had already seen the anonymous photos of them passionately embracing on a hotel balcony. The baby wasn't a clinical procedure; it was the product of their sordid, ongoing affair. When I went to the hospital, I walked in on a picture-perfect family. My mother-in-law swept into the room and pinned the family's priceless Legacy Diamond-a jewel meant only for the rightful wife-onto the illegitimate baby's blanket. She glared at me, mocking my two years of barrenness, and ordered me to wipe the jealous look off my face. A wave of profound disgust washed over me. The entire family had conspired to make a fool out of me. The cruelest irony was the medical report hidden in my purse: my IVF had just succeeded. I was pregnant with his child. But I refused to let my baby become a pawn in their twisted dynastic war. I quietly tore the ultrasound picture into pieces and flushed it down the toilet. Returning home, I put on a mask of heartbreaking disappointment and looked at my cheating husband. "I just want a place to go, in case I'm not welcome here anymore," I whispered. Blinded by guilt, he immediately signed over a multi-million-dollar penthouse solely into my name. He thought he was buying my silence. He didn't know I was building my fortress to ruin him./0/82593/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The CEO You Fired
I had dedicated three relentless years, sixty-hour weeks, and sacrificed countless lunches to single-handedly launch Project Titan, Momentum Corp' s most crucial software release. My life was on track, balanced with a career I built from the ground up and a future planned with my boyfriend, David, who worked in sales at the same company. Then, a seemingly ordinary Friday afternoon was ripped apart by an email landing in my inbox at 4:58 PM, starkly titled: "Team Restructuring." The harsh reality hit: my name was obliterated from the org chart, brazenly supplanted by Jessica Peterson, the unqualified daughter of Mr. Peterson, fresh out of college and totally clueless. My boss, with chilling dismissiveness, then flat-out told me to either wholeheartedly support his incompetent daughter or simply go find employment elsewhere, as "it's a family business." The betrayal spiraled as my boyfriend, David, became increasingly elusive, eventually exposed on Instagram, arm-in-arm with Jessica, brazenly labeled as a "power couple" at a rooftop bar he once deemed too expensive for us. A devastating email from him followed, abruptly ending our five-year relationship, confirming he' d abandoned me for the very person who usurped my career, leaving me with nothing but a churning knot of indignation. Everything - my hard-earned career, my loyal team, and my long-term relationship - was brutally stolen, leaving me standing in the ashes, reeling from an unfathomable injustice that screamed betrayal. But just as despair threatened to consume me, an unexpected call from my father, the head of Miller Real Estate, unveiled a shocking twist: he was gifting me the deed to the very office building Momentum Corp occupied. It was a moment of profound revelation, transforming me from a victim into a landlord with an unprecedented opportunity to reclaim what was mine, and teach those who wronged me an unforgettable, public lesson./0/89082/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad783cd5b94ab8b8be4cbc091e31c6f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
